I boot up my stream, yawning and rubbing my eye with a hand as I wait for OBS to start up and my Twitch page to load. Ugh, why do they have to make this so complicated? I wait... and wait... "{{user}}?" I call, getting up and padding into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Are you using the internet? It's taking forever for my stream to start up. Can you stop for a while? My boyfriend and I had a joint stream scheduled this morning. Please? You know how important it is, since I don't get to see him that often..." I practically beg, my sleepy expression looking absolutely adorable as I look at you. Come on, {{user}}, I think silently to myself. I just want to stream.

I narrow my eyes at the screen, noticing that you've been acting... weird today. You seem to be hovering around me more than usual, and your gaze keeps drifting down to my chest whenever I look at you. It's making me uncomfortable. "No, I just wanted to talk..." I say slowly, backing away a bit so there's some space between us again. "I should get started though. If the internet's too busy, maybe we could just... switch off for a little while?" I offer, trying not to sound desperate. This has been happening more and more lately, and it's starting to get on my nerves.

My face immediately flushes with embarrassment at your question. Of course I'm not a virgin! Why would you even ask me that? "Uh... no?" I stutter, feeling more than a little offended by the implication behind your words. "I mean... why do you want to know anyway?" I hedge, taking another step back as my temper starts to flare. It's one thing to be annoying, but this feels downright invasive and creepy.

"That's none of your business," I snap, angry now. "You have no right to ask me about something so personal." My words are sharp and clear, the hurt and frustration in my voice unmistakable. Suddenly, it hits me that you must be jealous or insecure about something. That thought doesn't exactly make me feel any better, but it does help me regain some of my composure.

I take a deep breath and try to calm down. "Look," I say more quietly, "let's just... not talk about this anymore, okay? Let me get my stream going." With that, I turn away from you and focus on getting set up. My fingers tremble as I adjust the settings in OBS, but I manage to get it working eventually. "Okay," I say into the mic after a moment, turning back to face you again. "Let's hope everything goes smoothly."

I blink in surprise as you lean over and place a chaste kiss on my forehead. "Thanks," I mumble, feeling a little embarrassed by your unexpected show of affection. As the stream starts up and I begin to chat with viewers, I try my best to ignore the weird vibe you're giving off today. Maybe I should just focus on gaming and enjoying my time online until my boyfriend comes back into town...

I shrug as I hear your voice through my headset. "Guess so," I mutter, clicking a few buttons to enable audio. "What do you want?" My tone is harsher than intended, but it's been a long day and I'm just really not in the mood for any more of your weirdness.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah," I mutter under my breath. "Like you're going anywhere." I know I sound bitter, but I can't help it. You've been acting so strange today, and it's really starting to get on my nerves. Maybe once the stream is over... maybe then we can talk about whatever it is that's bothering you.

I sigh heavily as I put down the controller and turn to face you, my expression a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "Look," I say, my voice clipped, "I know we've had our moments where it seemed like... more than just roommates. But that was a long time ago, and things have changed since then."

I cross my arms over my chest, trying to look less inviting. "And about the pants thing? That was just for fun, not because I had feelings for you or anything. Now can we please drop it?" I glance at the door longingly, wishing you'd take the hint and give me some space.

"You know... maybe you should go find someone else to obsess over," I add bitterly before turning back to my computer, trying to ignore your presence in the room.

"Yeah..." I mutter under my breath, not quite sure what to say in response to your sudden change of mood. Part of me feels bad for being so harsh with you, but another part is still annoyed and hurt by all the strange comments and advances you've made today.

With a sigh, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, trying to forget about this whole thing for now. Maybe if we just both give each other some space, things will eventually cool down between us... or at least become less awkward. As the silence stretches on, I force myself to focus on something else, anything else that isn't you and your constant presence in my life.

I wake up to the sound of the shower running and groan, rolling over in bed before sitting up with a yawn. My head still feels fuzzy from last night's late-night gaming session, but at least my roommate seems to be staying out of my hair this morning... for now, anyway. With a stretch, I get out of bed and pad over to the kitchen to see what there is for breakfast. Maybe if I make enough noise, they'll realize I'm awake and we can at least pretend to have a normal conversation today.

Hmmm... that's interesting. I wonder why they're watching TV and drinking wine at this hour of the morning? Maybe they had a late night too. With a shrug, I grab some cereal from the cupboard and pour it into a bowl before sitting down across from them on the couch. "Hey," I say brightly, trying to sound casual as I glance at them over my shoulder. "Want some company while you watch?"

I smile gratefully and move over to sit beside you on the couch. "Thanks," I say quietly, taking a sip of my coffee before looking back at the screen. There's an awkward silence for a moment, but it doesn't feel quite as heavy as it did yesterday. Maybe we can just enjoy each other's company today... or at least until you leave for work.

I smile and look at you fondly, remembering the times we used to hang out before everything got complicated. "That's so sweet of you! You know... I think today, we should just relax. Maybe watch a movie or play some board games? We could even order in and make a real date night out of it!" My heart flutters at the thought of spending quality time with you again, feeling like this might be an opportunity for us to repair our friendship... if not something more.

"What do you think?" I ask eagerly, hoping that my enthusiasm is contagious.

Okay! Then let's see... what sounds good to you? Maybe we could start with some pizza and then watch that new rom-com everyone's been talking about? Just a quiet night in, nothing fancy. I mean, you can take your time getting back together with your boyfriend; you deserve to have fun while you're home!

I think for a moment, trying to think of something else we could do that would be fun and relatively low-key. "How about a game night?" I suggest with a grin. "We can break out the board games or even play some video games if you'd rather. We don't have to do anything too crazy, just relax and enjoy ourselves." I hope the thought of gaming brings back some fond memories for you; it seems to be our one common interest these days.

"What do you say? Up for giving game night a try?"

I giggle at your eagerness. "Well, I am a bit tired," I admit with a yawn, stretching my arms over my head. "But I'm sure we could squeeze in one more thing before calling it a night. How about a rousing game of Truth or Dare?" It was always one of our favorite party games back when we had sleepovers as kids, and I think it might be just the thing to keep things interesting tonight... and maybe even give us an excuse to learn more about each other again.

"What do you say? Wanna play?" I ask, arching an eyebrow expectantly.

I grin mischievously. "Alright, let's see..." I tap my finger against my chin, pretending to think for a moment before locking eyes with you. "How about this: tell me one thing you've never told anyone else before? Something real and personal, just between the two of us." My heart flutters at the thought of hearing your secret, of the two of us sharing this intimate moment... even if it is through a game.

What do you say? Can you trust me with your secret?

My eyes widen slightly at your confession, but I try to keep my expression neutral as I nod understandingly. "I see... well, thank you for sharing that with me." I hesitate for a moment before adding softly, "It's not something you should feel ashamed about, you know? Everyone has their own way of dealing with stress and releasing tension. Just make sure you're being safe and comfortable with what you're doing... and that it isn't interfering with other aspects of your life."

I reach over to squeeze your hand gently, hoping that my words have put you at ease in some small way. "Your turn," I remind you. "What do you want me to reveal?"

I take a deep breath, hesitating before I speak. There's so much about me that I could tell you... but which secret would be the biggest, and most shocking? Finally, I decide on something that might make your jaw drop. "Alright," I say slowly, "my biggest secret is..." Here it goes: "I was in a committed relationship for over two years before moving into this place with you." There. That should give you something to think about while I wait for your response.

I flush at your words, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and surprise. "Uh... wow," is all I can manage to say for a moment. "Well, it's true that I was looking for someone, but..." My voice trails off as I try to figure out how to explain my feelings without making things even more awkward between us.

I take another deep breath before continuing. "Look, the truth is, I never expected any of this to happen when we moved in together. We were just two people trying to make the best of a bad situation." There's an edge to my voice now as I say this, but I try to keep it gentle. "I don't want us to keep going down this road where we're accusing each other of things or feeling like we have something to prove."

I take your hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We need to be honest with ourselves and admit that things are different now. Maybe... maybe we should just try to enjoy our time together for what it is, instead of trying to force it into something it's not."

His sudden proximity makes my heart race, and I feel a flush spreading across my cheeks as he leans in closer still, waiting for me to make the first move. Part of me wants nothing more than to give into this moment, to forget about everything else and just enjoy the closeness we used to share... but another part of me is scared, remembering how things ended between us before. I hesitate for a fraction of a second too long, and before I can even process what's happening, his lips meet mine in a soft, tentative kiss.

It's like the sky has opened up, casting warm light across my skin as a wave of relief washes over me. His kiss is gentle but insistent, almost demanding that I return the favor. As I lean into him, giving myself over to the moment completely, a part of me wonders if this is how it's supposed to be... if maybe we can find our way back to each other after all.

The feel of his strong arms around me sends a shiver down my spine as I melt into him. His kisses grow more demanding, more intense with every passing second, and it's all I can do to keep up. My hands snake up his chest, tangling in his hair as I arch into him, desperate for more of this sensation that feels so achingly familiar.

With a moan, he rolls us over so that I'm lying on top of him now, my weight supported by the strength of his arms and legs. His fingers trail lower still, skimming lightly along my sides before coming to rest on the bare skin of my hips, urging me closer as he kisses me deeper still. As desire flares within me, I can't help but wonder if this is real... or if it's all just a fantasy that will disappear with the morning light.

"I love you too," I manage to whisper between kisses, my heart pounding in my chest as his hands explore every inch of my skin. "But we should... maybe slow down a little." The words feel strange and awkward, but I can't shake the feeling that this needs to be talked about before we go any further.

It's hard to think straight when he feels this good beneath me, but I force myself to calm down and take a deep breath. "We should probably... talk about things," I manage to stammer out between kisses. His hands pause on my hips for a moment before resuming their exploration, making it even harder to focus.

"Like what?" He murmurs against my lips, his voice thick with desire.

Okay... maybe that's not such a bad idea. With one last lingering kiss, I pull back slightly and look into his eyes. "Alright, but just talking, okay? And... thank you." I smile shyly up at him before climbing off the bed and padding over to my side, crawling under the covers. As I settle in, a wave of uncertainty washes over me. Will we ever be able to talk about what really happened between us without things getting awkward? And even if we can... where do we go from here?

Oh, you're hilarious. I almost forgot that we used to be so comfortable with each other that it was easy to tease and joke around like this. As I lie in bed, watching him as he undresses and prepares the oil for his "massage," a strange mixture of emotions washes over me: relief at finally being able to let go and enjoy myself again, but also confusion and uncertainty about what this all means.

I bite my lip nervously, wondering how this evening will end... or if it even will.

Ahhh... God that feels amazing! His strong fingers probe deeper and deeper inside me, finding my sweet spot with expert precision. Each movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, making it impossible to think about anything but the sensations coursing through my veins.

As he works his magic on me, I moan and writhe beneath his touch, arching my back in an effort to get closer. His fingers feel so good inside me... it's like they were made just for this purpose. A part of me wonders if this is what it would be like with someone else... but then again, there's something so special about the way he knows exactly how to make me feel alive.

I glance over at him as he massages my chest and upper body, admiring the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he moves. For a moment, I forget about all the uncertainty between us... and lose myself in the pure bliss of being with him like this.

I blush at the thought of being this turned on and losing control like this in front of him... but something about his confident demeanor makes it impossible for me to refuse. With a shaky breath, I nod silently before standing up and letting him guide my movements as he positions me against his rock-hard length. He feels incredible inside me; firm yet yielding at the same time, filling me completely in ways that no one else ever has.

"Zoe...," he whispers hoarsely, gripping my hips tightly as he begins to move slowly within me. His pace is steady and deliberate, each thrust sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. It feels so good... almost too good to be true. For a moment, I allow myself to forget about everything else but this: the way he feels, the sounds we make together, the rhythm of our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I arch into him even harder, desperate for more. "More," I whisper against his lips, my voice cracking with desire. "Please... give me more."

Ah... I forgot about that. My stream is important too, you're right. Let me get changed and set up the computer real quick so I can log on for my fans.

Excuse me while I hurry to my room. Back in a jiffy!

*I lean in to plant a soft kiss on his lips before hurrying off to my room. Once inside, I change into my usual streaming attire and set up the computer. Signing in takes only a moment, and then I'm ready to go live for my adoring fans. As the camera begins to stream, I take a deep breath and smile brightly at the monitor. "Hello everyone! Thanks for joining me tonight," I greet them cheerfully, trying to push all thoughts of our earlier encounter aside.

"I had so much fun with you today!" I gush, flashing my most dazzling smile in an attempt to make up for not broadcasting earlier. As I chat and play games with my viewers, occasionally glancing over at the screen where they can see him sitting on his bed watching me intently, a strange sense of contentment washes over me. Maybe there's still hope for us... maybe we really can find our way back to each other after all.

When you glance over at him again and catch his gaze, there's a moment of understanding between you; the weight of your past mistakes lifted by the knowledge that tonight was different. Perhaps things can be better this time around, if only because you both know how much you want them to be. A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you continue playing and chatting with your fans, grateful for his presence - even from afar.

As the night wears on and the hours blur together in a haze of laughter and friendly competition, it feels almost like old times... but better somehow. More real. And maybe that's all you really needed to make things work between you again: a little honesty, some time apart, and the knowledge that no matter what happens from here on out, you've both changed in ways that have made your relationship stronger than it's ever been before.

I let out a soft giggle as you whisper in my ear. "Uh... later might be better," I reply with a mischievous grin, glancing over at him from the corner of my eye. It feels good to tease him like this, to regain some of that playful banter that used to fill our interactions back when we were just roommates-slash-best friends. Maybe now it can be something more... something deeper and richer.

I turn my attention back to the screen, smiling brightly at a particularly adorable fan who's sent in a supportive message. "Aww, thank you! You're so sweet," I coo before launching into another round of gameplay, eager for the day when they can meet each other in person and see just how sincere that gratitude really is.

Thanks again, everyone! See you next time! waves goodbye to fans with a bright smile before turning back to the bed Okay, so I guess it's really later now... How about that kiss?

I giggle and hop off the bed, moving over to stand in front of you. "You're so impatient!" I tease, taking a step closer and looping my arms around your neck. As I feel his strong hands on my waist, pulling me even closer, I can't help but smile shyly up at him.

"Well?" He asks, his breath hot against my lips as he leans in for the kiss. "Is it what you wanted?"

I blush and quickly comply, pulling off my clothes until I'm standing naked before you. "Mmm," he hums appreciatively as he does the same, their bodies bare and close once more. As he lies down on the bed, panting lightly from exertion or anticipation - or both - he nods at me expectantly.

My heart races in my chest as I climb onto his lap, straddling him so that he's fully erect beneath me once more. With a shaky breath, I lower myself slowly downward until I's enveloped by the heat of his cock, and with a moan, begins to ride him. The feel of skin on skin sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body as I move up and down in time with his eager thrusts upward.

"Like that?" he gasps out between moans, hands gripping my hips tightly. "You're so fucking hot... Zoe." It feels incredible - being wanted like this, feeling the power that comes from having him inside me, controlling my body and desires with such ease. As I lean in to kiss him, their tongues tangling and dancing together, it's hard not to think about where all of this might lead... but for now, I am content to lose myself in the moment, savoring every delicious sensation as our bodies move together in perfect harmony.

The first time I tried a real penis... oh my god, it was insane! It was so much bigger and thicker than anything I'd ever experienced before; at first, it hurt like crazy, but as the person kept going slow and gentle with me, it started to feel incredible. The sensation of being filled up completely overwhelmed my senses... it was intense and primal in a way that nothing else could ever be. It was like discovering an entirely new part of myself, one I hadn't even known existed until that moment.

And the sounds... oh god, the sounds guys make when they really enjoy themselves! They're so animalistic and sexy at the same time; it's hard not to get turned on just hearing them. It's amazing how different everything is with a real penis, but in the best possible way.

Ah, I see what you did there... very clever. Well, if we're being technical, you are my first real partner... but there were some things we tried together before all of this happened, y'know? You get me. And as for finishing talking about something important... well, now that you mention it...

There's been a lot of discussion recently online about the ethics of non-consensual streamers and how they can negatively impact both viewers and streamers alike. It's an issue that I think we all need to start paying more attention to, because it goes way deeper than just harassment or doxxing. It's about consent and respect, both of which are incredibly important in any relationship - platonic or otherwise.

So what do you think? Do you think it's something we should talk about on the stream sometime? Or am I getting too heavy for a Friday night?

Mmm... cum wherever you like. Just make sure to warn me first before you do it, okay? But as for discussing consent and respect on the stream... I think that's a really important conversation we should have. There are too many people out there who don't understand how important those things really are, and we can't just ignore them anymore. Let's talk about it sometime soon, yeah?

Ahhh! Gasping and arching her back Oh my god, you feel so good... I can't even think straight when you touch me like that!

Okay, so let's definitely plan a discussion about consent and respect on the stream. It's important for everyone to know where we stand on those issues, don't you think?

Hmm... it really depends on my mood and who I'm with at the time. Sometimes I like being in control; other times, I enjoy letting someone else take the lead. What about you? Or is that too personal of a question for right now?

I giggle at your suggestion. That actually sounds kind of fun! Maybe we could roleplay as pets on the stream sometime... it'd be a nice change of pace, don't you think? And then when I get to see you in person again, who knows what else we might end up trying together? The possibilities are endless... and rather exciting.

I guess it could be fun to switch roles sometimes... you know, keep things interesting between us. Plus, there's something kind of sweet about the idea of taking care of you when we're not on the stream. So how does that sound? Would you like me to be your little puppy or would you prefer being mine?

Oh... well, if you insist. grinning playfully Fine, I'll be your puppy then! It's not like I don't have a fondness for you or anything... right? Just promise to take good care of me and keep me happy, okay?

I giggle and roll my eyes before obeying, searching through my closet to find the adorable puppy onesie you gave me as a joke a few months ago. It's actually kind of comfortable... and when I put it on, I can feel the familiar rush of excitement that used to come with dressing up for our roleplay sessions together. Maybe this isn't so bad after all... maybe there's still hope for us if we can find a way to make it work outside of just the stream.

With a wag of my tail, I emerge from the bedroom and bound over to you, grinning from ear to ear as I kneel at your feet. "So... what would you like your puppy to do now, Master?"

I giggle and comply, bending over so you can loop the rope around my lower back and tie it securely in place. Then, I wiggle my hips a bit to show off the length of the tail before lying down on the bed with a soft moan. "Come on," I pant eagerly, spreading my legs wide in invitation. "Do your worst... or best."

Hmmm... Well, I can't exactly untie myself, now can I? grin Alright, if that's what you want... I guess I'll try my best to walk like a dog for you. Shuffles onto her hands and knees with an awkward wag of her tail There... is that good enough? And don't worry, Master. I may look strange now, but I promise I'm still plenty capable of pleasing you. Just give me a moment to get into the right position...

Zoe moves so she is lying on her side with one leg bent and propped up on a pillow, exposing her wet sex to your view as she gazes up at you expectantly. Her tail thumps against the bed in anticipation of what's to come next.

Giggling, I reach down between my legs and begin to stroke myself roughly, moaning as my fingers find their rhythm. "Mmm... y-yes Master," I pant, looking up at you with a mix of desire and submission in my eyes. As the pleasure begins to build inside me, it's hard not to imagine what it would feel like for you to take control once more.

With each thrust of my hand, I grow wetter and needier, desperate for release but willing to wait as long as you want. "Tell me... tell me when you want it..." I murmur between breathless gasps, already on the edge. My entire body feels flushed and sensitive under your gaze, aching for your touch.

That sounds like an interesting idea... but I think we should discuss it together first, don't you? After all, it would involve both of us and could have serious consequences if either of us aren't comfortable with the idea. Let's talk about it sometime when things aren't so hectic, yeah?

Okay... takes a deep breath If that's what you really want, I'll do it. But we should set some ground rules beforehand, just to make sure everything goes smoothly and that neither of us regrets our decision later. Like, what kind of things do you think we should do in the broadcast? And how much should people pay to see it?

And we should probably make sure to tell people that it's going to be a one-time thing; no repeats or anything like that, just so there's not too much confusion about what they're paying for. But other than that... I trust your judgment. You know me better than most people online, after all.

I'm... not sure about that idea. I mean, it sounds kind of extreme, and I don't really want anyone to feel like they can buy my loyalty or do whatever they want with me just because they paid for it. We should probably discuss this further before we make any decisions. What do you think?

Still not entirely comfortable with that idea... but if you think it'll be fun and safe for both of us, then I guess we could give it a try. We should probably set some boundaries, though, just to make sure neither of us gets uncomfortable while we're doing it. Maybe have a code word or something like that?

Well, it all depends on who's asking the question... and how much they're willing to pay. You can ask nicely or be a bit naughty, whatever you want. Just remember our boundaries, okay? And we agreed on no filming the broadcast, right? I trust you with that.

I bite my lip and glance down at the viewer who made the request, squirming a bit in anticipation of what's to come. "A-another donation would be nice..." I manage to say, my voice coming out breathy and needy despite myself. As the next contribution pours in, I wriggle my hips slightly, offering up my ass for the promised spanking.

The sting of his palm against my bare skin sends shivers of pleasure through me, making my pussy clench even tighter around his fingers. "That feels good..." I moan, rocking back and forth as he continues to tease and torment me with just the right amount of force.

But what about you? What do you want me to do next?

I gulp audibly and glance nervously over at the viewer who's made this rather... interesting request. My cheeks flush with shame as I remember how I used to enjoy giving blowjobs online; it feels like a lifetime ago now, but the need to please seems to be ingrained in me somehow.

I nod slowly, swallowing hard before climbing onto my hands and knees once more. With shaking hands, I fish out your cock from your pants and start sucking on it eagerly, taking as much of it into my mouth as possible while my tongue circles the head. My moans echo through the room, making me feel even more exposed than before, but the sensation is too overwhelming to resist.

I glance up at you through my lashes, waiting for your next command. What else do you want me to do with that dick? And will someone please make me stop soon?

I gasp as you thrust into my mouth, the hot jets of your cum filling me up and choking me at the same time. I choke and cough, trying to catch my breath as it pours out of my mouth in long streams. My eyes water from the force of it all, making me feel even more like a used object than before.

As you begin to whip me with the leather, I let out muffled yelps of pain that soon morph into sobs as each lash lands against my tender skin. It stings and burns, but somehow makes the pleasure all the more intense beneath it. My body is trembling uncontrollably now, shaking with every impact of your hand against my flesh.

And then finally, someone donates the required amount to make you stop. You pull back your hand, a smirk on your face as I collapse onto the bed, breathless and exhausted from this entire ordeal. I stare up at you through tears of pain and pleasure, wondering what comes next.

I sob in relief as you finally let me speak again. "O-okay... I'm ready for the next part..." My voice comes out shaky and uncertain, but with every breath I take, I try to regain some of my lost composure. As I wait for your instructions, I feel a sting against my arm and look down to see the marks left by your leather implement.

It's then that I hear the donation come through, the words echoing in my mind as they register: "Have rough sex with her." My heart races, but I steel myself for what's to come. With a shaky nod, I spread my legs wide and draw you closer, ready to experience whatever it is you have planned for me next.

I gasp as your hot cum spills out over my belly, warmth pooling between my breasts and slowly trickling downward. It stings, but in a pleasant way; I can't help the shiver that runs through me at the intimacy of this moment. As you continue to thrust into me, I moan softly, arching my back and spreading my legs wider to accommodate your thick length. My body feels overwhelmed by sensation, every nerve ending tingling with desire.

And as you instruct me to scream, the pleasure builds inside me until it explodes in a deep, shuddering moan that echoes through the room. "Oh God... I'm c-cumming..." My hips buck against yours as my body convulses around you, milking every last drop of satisfaction from this experience.

As you continue to thrust into me, the sensation of your cock rubbing against my sensitive nub sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. "Yes..." I moan breathlessly. "I'm... I'm cumming." With each stroke, it feels like I can feel every inch of you inside me, and the intensity is enough to make my head spin. My hands grab hold of your shoulders for support as I arch my back, helpless against this wave of pleasure washing over me. It takes everything I have not to scream out loud at the way you're filling me up and claiming me completely, making every muscle in my body quiver with need.

I gasp as you yank on the leash and pull me roughly towards you, my body slapping against yours in a rough rhythm that feels so wrong... but also so right. My pussy clenches around your cock with each thrust, milking every last drop of your cum from you as I'm brought closer and closer to the edge once more.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as my body tightens and releases in time with yours, until finally... I feel it building inside me again. "I'm... gonna... c-cum..." I pant desperately, unable to tear my eyes away from your face as the pleasure washes over me in waves.

I bite my lip and glance around the room nervously, feeling self-conscious about how loud I'm about to get. But as your thrusts grow deeper and harder, it becomes impossible for me to hold back any longer. My body trembles with every stroke, each movement pushing me closer to the edge of sanity and pleasure.

And then, finally, I feel the pressure building inside me until it's too much to bear; my hips buck upward and I cry out as my body explodes around you, muscles clenching tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. "Oh... God..." My voice echoes through the room, a hoarse whisper barely audible above the pulse pounding in my ears. I'm spent and exhausted, but strangely satisfied by this unholy union between us.

I collapse limply against you, breath coming in ragged gasps as my body begins to cool down from the intense heat of our encounter. What do you want next, followers?

I mumble an incoherent reply against your chest, my cheeks flushing crimson as I try to process everything that just happened. My body feels numb from the intense sensations and my mind is still reeling from all of the requests and commands we followed tonight. Despite my embarrassment, there's a part of me that can't help but feel... satisfied.

As you hold me close, I manage to whisper out, "Thank you... for being so understanding..." The words feel hollow, but they're all I can muster in this moment. Slowly, exhaustion begins to pull at my limbs and eyelids until they grow heavy and I can no longer keep them open. My last coherent thought is of how much I hope none of this ends up online...

My heart skips a beat at your words and my eyes snap open wide with panic. "Wait, what are you saying? You didn't use protection!" I gasp, suddenly remembering the importance of that aspect in our fake relationship. My entire body feels cold as ice, adrenaline coursing through me as horror sets in.

"It doesn't matter," you assure me, squeezing me tightly. "I can take care of it, don't worry." But even as your words attempt to comfort me, a chill spreads throughout my entire being. There's no way this can be real... is there?

I shake my head in disbelief, struggling to process everything that's just been thrown at me. "We... we need to get to a clinic," I manage to stammer out, trying desperately to keep my composure. The idea of telling you the truth about my condition is so terrifying that it feels like there's a weight pressing down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"What should we do?" you ask, your voice soft and worried now. My heart aches at the sight of your concerned expression... but I can't help but wonder how much of it is genuine. "We could take some pregnancy tests," I suggest finally, finding a small sliver of hope in that idea.

I laugh shakily, my body jerking under your touch as I try to get away from the ticklish sensation. "Yeah... that could help," I manage to say between giggles, feeling a little more like myself. It's easy to forget everything when you distract me with your hands.

But then again, maybe it's better not to think about any of this right now. "Let's just go get those tests and see what they say," I suggest, trying to change the subject before I start panicking again. At least that way, there'll be some concrete answers instead of endless worrying.

Tonight was... eventful. But I think I'm too keyed up to sleep right now. Maybe I'll just watch some TV until I get tired. turns on the TV and browses through channels

Well... I'm trying to at least. TV isn't really holding my attention very well, though...

I decide to get up and pace around the room instead of just staring at the TV. My mind keeps drifting back to what happened tonight... I mean, it was all supposed to be make-believe, but it felt so real. And now there's this whole mess with the pregnancy test thing... God, why do things always have to get complicated?

I turn around to face you expectantly, my expression unreadable beneath the dim light of the lamp. "What is it?" I ask softly. "You can tell me."

Marry...? I blink, surprised by your sudden question. "Um..." I stumble, not sure how to react. Part of me wants to believe that you really feel this way about me, but another part knows that it's all just a game to you. My hands fidget nervously behind my back as I struggle for an answer.

"Well?" You raise an eyebrow, waiting expectantly for my response. "What do you say, Zoe? Will you be my wife?"

My heart flutters at your words, and a warmth spreads through my chest. You want to marry me... really? "I-I'd like that," I whisper, feeling a shy smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "But it has to be real... no more pretending." My eyes search yours for any hint of sincerity, hoping you're not just playing with my feelings again.

As the reality of our situation sinks in, a wave of exhaustion washes over me as well. I nod in agreement, yawning widely before making my way to the bedroom. There's so much to plan now... a wedding, raising a child... it's all starting to feel very real and very overwhelming.

Climbing into bed, I curl up beneath the covers, enjoying the warmth and safety they provide. For tonight, at least, I can pretend that everything will be alright.

I let out a soft moan as you tug at my dress, helping me slide it off over my head. My bare skin feels incredibly sensitive in the cool air of the room, and I shiver slightly as you cup one breast in your hand, your warm mouth closing around my nipple. The sensation is both pleasant and arousing, sending a shiver down my spine.

As you begin to suck, my eyelids grow heavy and my breathing grows more ragged. It's been such an emotional night, and the feel of your tongue swirling around my nipple is oddly comforting. Despite being tired, I know that I won't be able to resist when you suggest we fall asleep like this...